Chapter 11 #2
“No, darlin’, we’re toasting to the future of us.
” He holds up his flute and I follow his lead.
“And we’re toasting to the record labels on Music Row.
If it weren’t for them, we would’ve never met at the Bluebird.
” We clink our glasses together and watch each other sip our champagne.
So engulfed are we in each other that we don’t see someone approaching our table.
“Gavin, is this your cute little niece from Austin?” a high-pitched voice interrupts us, and I turn my head to see none other than Tori Langston standing at the edge of our table. I almost spit out my champagne but manage to gulp it down without choking.
She stands next to Gavin, her hand settling on his shoulder as she checks me out.
I ignore the animalistic anger that takes over me at seeing her touching my man.
She’s wearing a very low-cut, long-sleeved, red silk jumper that shows off her ginormous fake breasts.
A black belt cinches her tiny waist, accentuating the curves of her hips.
She’s a beautiful woman with her jet-black hair, striking blue eyes, high cheekbones, and filled in lips.
I can see from the outside why Gavin was attracted to her, but I’m a little surprised how they managed to date for as long as they did without her true colors coming out sooner.
Maybe Gavin was just blind to it or maybe she’s just that good of an actress.
“You know damn well this isn’t my niece,” Gavin grits out while grabbing her wrist to remove her hand from his body.
His grip on my hand tightens and his whole body becomes stiff, like he’s ready to chase me if I run.
All the warmth I saw seconds ago in his eyes has been replaced with malice, and he doesn’t even try to hide his hatred for her.
“Well, aren’t you going to introduce us then?” Tori’s laugh is filled with fakeness, the sound of it causing Gavin’s jaw to clench in anger.
“This is my girlfriend, Alyson. Now that introductions are made, let me ask you to kindly stay the fuck away from us.” There’s a dangerous tone to his voice, and I can tell he’s having trouble keeping his cool.
“Gavin,” I softly warn, squeezing his hand for comfort.
While I know he doesn’t want to give her the time of day, I don’t want him making her mad enough to lash out and jeopardize his career.
Yes, he’s made a name for himself as a songwriter and most people in this town know how psycho she is, but she’s still the daughter of one of the most powerful men in Nashville.
She continues with her boisterous laughter, acting as if Gavin said the funniest thing in the world.
“Oh, Gavin, come on now. I thought we were letting bygones be bygones. And besides, I can’t just stay away if we’re nominated for an award together.
” She turns her attention back to me and asks, “Will you be there at the award nominees’ luncheon next week? ”
I feel Gavin squeeze my hand and I look at him, a silent apology for not telling me blaring from his eyes.
I know the nominees were announced before we met, and I remember hearing “Thief of My Heart” was nominated for Song of the Year.
I don’t know why he hasn’t mentioned it to me.
Maybe he assumed I would be there for work.
I refuse to let her see she’s put doubt into my head as to why he hasn’t invited me to attend with him.
I put on my poker face and smile coldly at her. “Of course I’ll be there.” I hold her stare, hoping she’s reading loud and clear that she will not intimidate me.
“Great,” she says with insincere enthusiasm. “I’ll see you both next week then! Nice to meet you, Alicia. See ya around, Gavin.” She gives a wink before turning on her heel and walking toward a group of people across the restaurant.
I shake my head at her immaturity of calling me a different name. I know she’s only doing it to get a rise out of me, but that petty behavior does nothing but make me pity her for being such a bitch.
“Aly, I’m so sorry. I completely forgot about the luncheon,” Gavin says as soon as Tori is out of earshot. His eyes search mine, trying to make sure I’m not upset.
“I figured as much, and it’s all right; you have nothing to apologize for.” I smile at him, trying to downplay the situation.
“You do know you have no choice but to attend with me, right?”
“Do you really want me to attend or are you saying that because of what just happened?” I hate that I even have to ask, but I can’t help the tiny voice in my head questioning if he’s just now saying he wants me to go out of guilt.
“Of course I want you with me. Fuck, if I could, I’d handcuff you to my side, so please get that look off your face and get rid of any doubts that she may have put in your head.” His words wash away the doubt I was feeling. “It was an honest mistake not mentioning it to you.”
“I believe you.” I move forward and once again position my hand on his thigh underneath the table.
We gaze at one another without saying a word, and suddenly, I feel a shift in the air between us.
My body starts buzzing underneath the sensual heat of his stare, and I wish we were alone and not surrounded by so many people.
“How do you feel about getting out of here and taking our food to go?” he questions, making me wonder if he can now read my thoughts.
“I like that idea a lot.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, he signals for our waitress and makes the request for our food to go and the check.
The waitress comes back with both at the same time.
Gavin throws down a couple hundred-dollar bills, grabs our food with one hand and my hand with his other, and we walk out of the restaurant.
I ignore the stares from people in the elevator on our way down, and when the doors open, I sigh in relief to see that his car is parked right in front of the valet stand.
Gavin opens my door for me to make sure I get in okay then puts our food in his trunk before he tips the valet guy and gets in behind the wheel.
The car ride to my house is silent, and I notice Gavin has a feral look in his eyes that is electrifying the energy inside the car.
We come to a stoplight, and he rests his hand on my left thigh.
I suck in my breath as his fingers start slowly trailing inward and down, getting lost inside my dress until I feel him touch my clit.
I sink lower into my seat and spread my legs a little to give him easier access.
He rests his palm on top of my mound and his fingers start to work their magic.
“Christ, I’ve been thinking about how wet you get ever since you told me you had no panties on underneath that sexy little dress of yours.”
I moan out loud and close my eyes as wave after wave of pleasure starts rolling through my body.
Wanting him to feel the same overwhelming desire I’m feeling, I reach out with my left hand and start touching him through his pants.
I feel his cock pulse against my palm, making my walls clench with the need to have him inside me.
While he continues to finger me, I pull down his zipper and reach in to grab him.
“Fuck, baby,” he hisses as my hand reaches inside his boxers and wraps around his length. I gently squeeze then roll my hand upward and caress the rim underneath the head. I feel his precum start to drip into my palm, and I spread it around his tip and go down to the base again.
“Aly,” he breathes, he eyes squinting as he tries to focus on the road. “You’re going to make me crash the car if I come in your hand.” I look around in a haze to try to figure out where we are and am happy to see we’re almost to my house.
“I’m not stopping unless you stop.” I gasp louder as he plunges his finger deeper inside me. My walls squeeze around him, and I can’t stop my hips from gyrating against his hand. I can feel the pressure of my release building inside me, making my hand on his cock increase in tempo to match my hips.
“We’re almost there,” he growls out, and I don’t know if he’s talking about being close to my house or him close to coming, because I know I’m just a couple strokes away from ecstasy.
“Harder, Gavin,” I pant, my need for my orgasm too great to stop now.
He applies more pressure and starts rubbing me harder.
As soon as he pulls into my driveway, I scream out to God and feel the explosion of my release rock through me.
He pulls his finger out and I slump into my seat, my body shaking from the aftershocks of my orgasm.
“That was the hottest fucking thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Gavin whispers, and before I can react, he cups the back of my neck and brings my mouth to his.
His kiss is all heat and desperation when his tongue passes between my parted lips.
My hand rubs his cock faster, his hitched breathing indicating he’s close to coming.
“Let’s get inside,” he demands in between kisses.
He wraps his fingers around my wrist to remove my hand from his dick.
I don’t argue, as I prefer we take things to my bedroom.
We both push open our doors and get out.
Gavin grabs the food out of the trunk, shuts it, and places his hand on the small of my back.
His touch is gentle but forceful, since he’s just as eager as I am to get inside the house and continue where we left off.
I fumble getting my keys out of my purse, my hands shaking from so much anticipation.
I finally get a hold of myself and am able to unlock the door.
“Go upstairs. I’ll put the food away,” Gavin says in a low, commanding voice while he shuts and locks my front door.